I saw your face in my dreams again, You washed away my tears.

I woke and remembered you were gone.

I am drowning in solitude again.

I remember the perfect way your hand fir mine, The sweet taste of your lips.

I once saw heaven in your eyes, I now see hell in his.

I am drowning in solitude again.

I once held the key to your heart, It was my badge of courage.

You requested it back, I cried that night.

I am drowning in solitude again.

A heart now lies broken, Would you like sound effects?

The pieces cry out for you, You answer in silence.

I am drowning in solitude again.

I see you kiss them, I fake a smile through the day.

I can not wait to get home, I miss my razorblade.

I am drowning in solitude again.

Posted by Keara Lillith Poe Sun, 12/23/2007 - 01:43

 

Home

Look up from your
cherry box,
smile upon my
saddened face,
whisper in my ear,
those things you want
to talk about.
I crawl away,
the times I was not
there,
shivering,
I speak out loud.
I don't wanna be here
It is too darn cold,
I just wanna be away,
to where is home.
To my home.
You hold me close,
my day brighter,
I think I might
smile a little more.
We dance under the moon,
the sky our audience.
I speak of truth,
the way we use to lie.

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Going Under

I knew it was coming, I heard it coming, but I said nothing.
I felt my worry increase but was afraid he'd think I cared too much and would back off.
I painfully stepped around the glass until he told me what was going on:
I had to cross the razors beneath my feet slowly, as to not cut myself and bleed to death in his sight.
I simply sat silent as he complained to me, yet I felt my shoulders slump, my energy sag.
His pain oozed over my confused flesh and I turned black for him.
My silence scared him away, but he left the glass behind for me.

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Vampire Folklore

Our traditional image of the vampire, though born from literature, is based on this folkloric vampire, which dates back as early as the eleventh century, and was (until the 1700's) found exclusively in the Slavic countries of Eastern Europe.

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For Eric W.

My enemy died today.
Left this Earth to better places.
I miss him.

He was the cause of fear, lessons,
and time being wasted in thoughts
of revenge.

He was memories invoked, to
cause me gratitude in my sorrow.
Now, silent.

He caused me to change. to grow.
I'd gnash my teeth to think he might
have known this.

He made me face myself, my demons,
and in my fear, my anger..my faith
bloomed in a way it could not have otherwise.

I am more enraged now that he is gone,

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Broken Hearts

It feels
Like a part of your soul's
been ripped
from your body
shredded
without a care
and tossed out a ten story window
you feel like you want to explode
like your mind wants to empty
but it can't find a way to vent
and its hard
to sit still
and wait for the moment
when everything
works out right

Raevynn
February 20, 2002

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